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240 pages, Paperback
First published November 6, 2012



Screw them if they fixed it so Leon pulled night-watch again and thinks he gives a shit. Screw them if they're too dumb to know they're being played. Sure he'd pissed and moaned and acted up -- but Leon is Br'er fucking Rabbit. He likes it up here on his own, passing the hours lost in his comic-books, shuffling his tunes and tokin'. [...] Leon is in a good place-- zoned out riffing on kayak chicks with a head full of bad-ass bass. He digs the complex rhythms his race enemies lay down-- likes to play that shit loud.
"Do you think we screwed up, Ashlynne? Like, what clue do we have about wilderness survival?"
"As I recall, our chic city life burned down around our ears."
"But what are we going to eat? And like, there're animals. Alligators, and snakes-- all those pet pythons that ran wild."
"Really. Forget about the demon cannibals in boats."
"Yeah. You think that gunfire was to do with them?"
"Who knows? I'm just happy they didn't come back."
"Sorry I freaked. You know I'm not usually a weak sister. It's just--"
"Hush now. Get some sleep."
"I'll try. Snuggle up close, okay?"
"'Kay. Just one thing I have to mention, hun."
"Mmm-- what's that?"
"First thing when we wake up it's bath-time. Your vag stinks like rotten fish."
"You feel better for that?"
"Thousand percent, dog. Heh-- your hands are still shaking. Knew you were a combat virgin."
"Combat--?"
"Rules of engagement say kill 'em when you see 'em-- or else they'll kill you later. Enjoying it's a bonus. I'm not ashamed."
"Stone fucking cold, huh?"
"Not really-- just the opposite, in fact. So why don't you break out your tequila, Gregory--?" (she pulls her training bra up, single panel shot of just her breasts) "And feel the fucking heat."
Later, weird drunk and a little sick, he thinks of cats again. The sudden desperate fury of her passion was way beyond Greg's previous sexual experience. He might have enjoyed the novelty more. But it's tough to relax when you're clamped to the hilt in a kill-crazy bitch. Scared rigid her blood-lust will suck you dry.